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About Los Angeles

Little story for ya – heard this from a mate down the pub – back in the 1800s, right, whores in London had this secret code, like winks an’ scarf signals, to dodge the coppers! Proper espionage, like Chastain trackin’ Bin Laden! I was gobsmacked, mate – thought, “That’s bleedin’ brilliant!” Sneaky, clever, proper undercover vibes. Reckon they’d fit right in with the CIA lot in the movie.

Spanish Fork, UT

That was the winter Christine and I vowed to become anorexics. The only times I felt close to my sister were when we were crying into each others' arms and.

Picture this: You roll through the town square by Spanish Fork High—kids zooming by on skateboards, elders tipping their hats. I always grin, thinking, “I can see Russia from my house!”—meanin' everything's so exposed and real, ya know? Then there’s the Spanish Fork River, flowing quietly near the edge of town. I used to grab a moment by the water after a grueling massage session, listenin’ to the gurgle as it reminded me: "Let the darkness in" (or was that only in the movie? Eh, close enough!).

Mountain lion spotted on porch of Spanish Fork home